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priests and knights that came riding down the 

 highway, or, if he noticed them, he did not think 

 of their harming his master. He therefore kept 

 on grazing, and neglected to awaken Ogier and 

 warn him of the possible danger. At the head 

 of the company was the archbishop of Rheims, 

 who had been making his usual rounds among the 

 sick people of the neighborhood, and was return- 

 ing to his palace. He was himself a warrior of 

 no little note, and therefore delighted always to 

 have a retinue of knights and squires around him. 

 One of these young men, seeing Ogier asleep 

 upon the ground, was so struck by his noble ap- 

 pearance that he rode back quickly and told his 

 master. The archbishop, curious to know who it 

 might be, spurred his horse and, followed by his 

 whole company, cantered down to the spring. 

 The old man was astounded when he saw that 

 it was Ogier, for he had marched with the Dane 

 in many a campaign, and fought by his side in 

 many a hard-won battle. 



He would have given a whole year's revenue 

 if he had not seen him, for it pained his heart to 

 think that he was obliged to make a prisoner of 

 his old friend and comrade and deliver him into 

 the hands of the king. But his oath of fealty to 



